31 March 2007

**disclaimer: if you're a guy, reading my blog, you might want to skip this post. that is, unless you're the odd-man-out who can deal with rants about the female body's processes.**

I realized recently that the contents of my posts have taken an odd turn: I've ranted about being a patient much more than I've discussed medical school. perhaps that's because being a patient has taken over medical school. at any rate, this post will not be different. i need to rant.

i've mentioned previously that i've experienced various medical problems throughout my life. enough medical problems, in fact, that my classmates would likely freak out if my case file were presented in pbl instead of our usual, tame, uncomplicated case patients. (this year, since i clearly don't have enough going on, my body has decided to mutate again. so last semester, right after the term ended, i got a spontaneous period. now, this should be no big deal, right? i mean, women go through this all the time, don't they? well, most do. but i don't. which means that every time i get a spontaneous period (all of the like seven or so times it's happened in my life), i spend the two days before it comes thinking i'm going insane because, of course, i don't recognize that what i'm suffering from is a huge hormone shift and not mental instability. in essence, i regress into an inept thirteen year-old girl who cannot figure out how to stave off cramps, what types of tampons to use to prevent flooding, how to keep from crying over everything, etc, etc. it's horrid.

so, when i went to see mr_dr_do the other day and ended up crying in the parking lot? should have been a clue, right? *sigh.* i'm hopeless. i came home from that appointment and proceeded straight to my bed and have not left the house since. sometime late friday night/early saturday morning, i was up reading another novel (yep, that makes two this week...), but i couldn't focus. i seriously thought i might be having a nervous breakdown, that's how agitated and out-of-sorts i felt.

as it turns out, i'm not insane. rather, i was experiencing pms but didn't realize it until the damn thing appeared saturday. now, on top of the abdominal pain i already have because of the lap chole and wtf has been going on since, i have cramps. and i, the person who is usually very peaceful and who saves turtles from certain disastrous death on the road (

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a little disclaimer...

i'm a medical student. just a student. so please, don't take anything i say too seriously. remember that i was an english literature major as an undergrad, so there is much fiction to be found in these pages. do you think i'm telling a story about you or your illness? more likely, you're tapping into my sense of "everyman"--that is, your story resonates with what i write here because it's not so uncommon after all. need help? please, please go see your physician.